From across the dunes
You can smell the bay
Its salted mischief
Waves at play
Their white tips break
In rolling display
The fishing boats
Seek their pay.
The old wreck
A skeletoned frame
Missing ribs
Its silent grave
The high sails
A memory gone
Each breaker hits
Green algae in sun.
Lonesome tide pools
Where children play
Laughter swoons
Throughout the day
Chasing crabs
A starfish found
Water to ankles
Wet shoes sound.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: July 29th, 2026 03:36
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Comments1
Ah the secrets of the ocean, maybe there is also some treasure close by, a lovely image I have reminds me of home. 🌹
thanking you for reading, always much appreciated
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